Stiles driving isn't bad so much as he drives like a 16 year old boy in a vehicle held together with duct tape and force of will.

But it sounds like these two won't complain so long as he delivers them to the flickering fluorescents of the local 7 Eleven.

(He's never introducing them to Dad. No way can the Sheriff think Stiles condones eating that kind of crap.)

"Don't forget those sausages wrapped up in pancakes," says Stiles. "It's like the breakfast version of a corndog."

Look what you've been missing Raph!